Up against the grade our Heros climb
To the top of Squat, victory to find
The going is tough, the way is long
Soft flesh tears and breath can’t be found
Healing elixirs are downed for life
Salves and linaments on torn skin applied
One hero falls bravely along the way
Victory stayed till another day
One man still climbing, scraping and fighting
Carried on by the lust for blood and Gods for smiting
To the peak of Squat, he goes to blows
High on the peak, with the Squat Gods he comes to a row
These beasts or Gods cannot be slain
Not of flesh or mortal coil; their fight remains
The wardrums subside and bitter smoke clears
The Hero finds succor finally amidst blood and his tears
It’s a lark, all a game, for the Gods will call again
For the Hero to climb to their peaks, an enemy and a friend
Conor Attack! 